Inside Doug's Head

It is never too late to become wise.

True story. I was at a social thing one time recently where I was introduced to a new faculty member. He said his name is Ian.  (When you are telling an anecdote in the past tense, would you say, he said his name was Ian, or is Ian? I get confused on this point, because although the story is told in the past tense, which would suggest was, his name is still Ian in the present. Or, is it?) So, for quite some time I carried on a conversation with Ian. “Hey, Ian, what are things like in your department? Do you guys have things, Ian? We have a lot of things, Ian, but most of them are old and out of date.” People like hearing their name repeated frequently while in conversation, because it makes them feel that they are important to you, and it helps to reinforce the connection you are trying to make with them.

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I used to think that you had to be at least a tiny bit smart to be able write a movie, but clearly that is not the case. Judging from the crap I see on Netflix (my theme for this month), I am amazed that movie writers are able to feed themselves. When I say feed themselves, I am not speaking metaphorically for a minimal economic success; I mean literally. They must be so stupid that it is remarkable that they can raise a fork to their face and cram a wad of mashed potatoes into their talking hole without stabbing themselves in the eye. I expect that eventually all the dumb ones would starve to death, and what will be left are only the ‘A’ writers and the great screenplays they write. Some limousine-liberal must be taking pity on them and having their servants feed them, for the bad movie situation seems like it is not ending anytime soon. You see? This is what happens when we interfere with nature. Please do not feed the typing monkeys!

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Television commercials are becoming increasingly and annoyingly abstract. We see cars driving along with strings on them advertising financial services, dogs running through the woods advertising car batteries, and sheep in a field advertising Old navy. The advertising agencies must think they are being clever in their obtuseness, but they continue to miss the point. Commercials should not leave us with the sense of, that was neat, but what product was it for? Even more disturbing, is the rash of talking babies in commercials. Personally, I never take investing advice from babies; they are only good at pooping in their pants, so why would I ever believe one who is telling me to sign up for an e-trade account?

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Thanks to the miracle of Netflix, and the glut of ‘C’ movies that are available (Or, is it dearth? I often get those two words mixed up. I want the one that means there are so many of them that I cannot believe people took the time to write and produce so many horrible, horrible movies, which is a situation that makes me think of death, and that word, coincidentally, looks like dearth without the ‘R’), I have been re-watching the Star Trek: TNG series episodes starting from season one. Hey, look, I only recently discovered that the internet is available on computers.

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